Chapter 1:      A New Hunt

 

It was an island prison like none other.  It was the home of continual rape, sodomy, torture, and total degradation for its prisoners, all women. It was the source of great pleasures for honored guests of both sexes who paid large sums to visit and brutally amuse themselves with its imprisoned inhabitants.  For Katrina Brandt, however, it was the most enjoyable and highly paid job of her life. She loved every moment of it.

 

Katrina was in great shape and very muscular.  She was 33 years old, the daughter of poor German parents. She spoke English fluently. She was almost 6 feet tall and about 150 pounds. She had long, beautiful blonde hair, which was her most striking feature. She had little fat on her body and had average-sized, but firm breasts. Her legs were long, strong, and shapely. Men found her very attractive, but she had little interest in them.  She much preferred women. She loved hunting women and hurting them, particularly those who were rich and spoiled.  She was an expert at it.

 

Katrina was intelligent and enjoyed destroying her victims psychologically, as well as physically. She loved stripping a spoiled bitch and totally humiliating her. Fisting was one of her specialties. Fisting some pregnant bitch was an act she had yet to experience, but she dreamed of it. Age was not an issue to her.  There was something about taking apart older women that turned Katrina on immensely: the way  their bones broke as her fists beat them.  Then again, taking a strap-on to a teenage girl with a tight pussy and tits that were still nubs could be such fun, especially if her mom was made to watch.

 

Katrina liked to be called Kat.  She had worked for the prison as a bounty hunter for more than one year.  She would be given targets to hunt, capture, and bring back to the prison.  The rewards were paid by rich men and women who wanted revenge. 

 

Sometimes, they wanted the women captives imprisoned and used for rape meat.  Other clients wanted the captors snuffed.  The most fun was when the client wanted a chance to visit the prisoner before she was disposed of, one way or the other. Kat would do her best to attend the visit and watch.  Often, the client would let Kat help in the torture. That could be such fun. She would add so much to the creativity used in dispensing the punishment.

 

Kat was about to be assigned a new target.  Her partner for the project would be a huntress she loved to work with: Bette.  She did not know her last name.  Bette had been a model for a popular BBW magazines.  She was, indeed, a big, beautiful woman. She was huge, but gorgeous.  Bette had long dark hair.  She had the biggest tits and ass Kat had ever seen. She had a beautiful face. She was about 5 feet, 8 inches tall and must have weighed 225 pounds.  And she was sexy as hell

 

She loved to wear a black corset and black nylons.  Bette’s best move was a vicious face sitting of her victim.  Her ass was a lethal weapon.  She could break a woman’s nose or jaw just bouncing once on her face. Bette’s ass would completely cover a woman’s face. And that woman better have her tongue up Bette’s asshole, pleasuring her, if she wanted to survive. Kat had seen Bette smother some teenage debutante with her ass, as the girl’s mom watched in horror.  Bette then made the mom suck he asshole clean. Kat could come just recalling the scene.  Bette and Kat loved working together.  It was hard to tell who could be more nasty and Bette found Kat to be the most attractive woman she had ever seen. Together, they had made many a bitch pray for a quick death.

 

Together, they opened the manila folder.  The target was a mother-daughter pair. .Both women creamed in their panties.  That was their specialty. They looked at each other and smiled.  The client was a wealthy businessman.  He was completely tired of his rich, society wife and her fourteen year-old daughter from a previous marriage.  He wanted them captured, beaten, and totally degraded. Then, he wanted to visit them in their cell on the island together with his young lover, his secretary who despised his wife.  The two of them would torture his bitch of a wife and take turns raping the girl.  Bette and Kat were invited to join in the party.

 

Bette and Kat turned anxiously to the pictures and biographies.  The wife, Victoria, was in her upper thirties.  She was a Wellesley graduate and had never worked after college. She was beautiful, well preserved and gorgeously dressed. She looked a bit like Julia Roberts. In the pictures, she was wearing an evening gown, a tennis outfit, and a one-piece bathing suit.  The suit was not very revealing, but did show her to have nice thin legs and nice- sized breasts.  Her hair was light brown and pulled back She played lots of tennis and was in good shape, but her arms were thin. She looked like she would have no chance of defending herself. Victoria looked truly aristocratic in her evening gown 

 

Kat tried to imagine Victoria. giving Bette a rim job.  She told Bette and the two of them laughed and nodded their heads.  Oh yes! Beautiful Victoria would learn to suck ass!  They decided to call her Vicky.  It was hard to envision a woman named Victoria giving rim jobs.

 

The girl, Astor, was as pretty as her mother.  Her breasts were just beginning to develop. There was only one picture of her, in her private school uniform: a short skirt and white blouse. The picture angle made you wish you could see under the skirt to know what color panties she was wearing.  It had to be pink or white. In the picture, she was standing next to her skis. It was perfect! Bette was almost salivating.  She loved the young ones and little Astor was just her type: spoiled, innocent looking, pretty, protected from the world her whole life.  Her tongue would become Bette’s toilet paper.  Her nose would become a permanent resident of Bette’s ass.

 

Bette and Kat kissed passionately.  The kiss was just to tell each other that they understood what the other was feeling.  They would not make love.  Their juices were flowing and they could only be satisfied by the total subjugation of Victoria, no, make that Vicky and little Astor.

 

The two hunted women lived on Fifth Avenue in New York City.  Vicky was easy to spot leaving her building.  She looked stunning in a long wool skirt and silk blouse. She had no idea that they were following her.  This was just their first time they had laid eyes on her.  Victoria took a cab to Saks Fifth Avenue and they followed in a cab of their own. Bette and Kat followed Vicky into the store.  She looked at some cosmetics, but did not buy, sneering at the sales girls. 

 

Kat turned to Bette. “I want this bitch! I want to feel my knee grinding her cunt.”

 

Bette turned to Kat.” I want to see your fist deep inside her ass.”

 

“You will,” Kat whispered. “I promise.  And the girl will be yours.”

 

Astor met her mother in the lobby of the store. She wore the same skirt and blouse as in the picture.  Kat and Bette and rode up the same elevator as the two they tracked.  Bette eyed the little girl inch by inch. Vicky and Astor noticed this and looked at Bette with a disgusted look on their face. Kat had her eyes on Vicky.  She was trying to imagine the slip Vicky wore and her bra and panties.  Kat was sure that they were tasteful and expensive.  Kat imagined ripping them off as Vicky tried desperately to fight to keep her panties.

 

Victoria looked at Kat.  While she found Kat very pretty, there was something that scared her. Maybe it was the way Kat looked at her. Vicky and her daughter quickly left the elevator and she hoped to see no more of the two women who did not look like Saks customers.  The fat one looked to her like she would be more at home in a trailer park.

 

Vicky picked up a party dress for Astor that had been altered that day. Astor was going that weekend to a school dance, or so they thought.  They then went to the lingerie department where Vicky bought a sheer but elegant white night gown with matching white lace panties. She thought that her husband had been paying less attention to her lately, ever since he hired that trashy secretary. She wanted to gain his attention with the gown.  It would get her plenty of attention: Kat’s

 

Vicky and her daughter caught a cab outside the store and went straight home.  Will, her husband had told her to be home early that night.  He had a surprise for her. The surprise would be the bounty hunters. He had supplied them with keys to the lobby door and apartment. They would have no trouble getting in.  The building was an older one that had no doorman. 

 

Kat and Bette beat their victims home and waited.  They entertained themselves in the beautiful apartment looking through the bureau drawers.  Kat loved Vicki’s wardrobe and admired her lingerie in detail. Vicky had all designer slips, bras and panties. She had nothing crass: no corsets or garter belts.  Her bras were all 34 B, which did not surprise Kat. It was her own size. Certainly, Vicky’s tits were big enough to torture with pleasure.  All of the lingerie was elegant. Kat wondered what an elegant pussy tasted like.

 

Bette went through Astor’s drawers.  Her panties were almost all pink. . A few were white. Her bras were training bras. Bette would train those nipples personally.

 

There was a noise at the door.  They were home! At last, the fun was to begin!  Kat and Bette hid in Vicky’s bedroom with the light out. The apartment was dark. Astor ran into the bathroom to use the toilet. They could smell Vicky’s perfume as she entered the bedroom. Bette jumped out in front of Vicky. The woman gasped. Before she could scream, Kat grabbed her from behind, covering her mouth with a towel. Kat kneed Vicky’s ass as Bette punched her in what turned out to be a very soft belly, like punching butter. . Kat put a knife to her throat.

 

 “Make a sound and I cut!”  She was lying, but Vicky could not know this.

 

Vicky made no sound as they stuffed her mouth full of her own dirty panties from the laundry basket and taped it closed.  They had brought a ball gag, but it was much more fun to use a woman’s own panties. Kat pulled Vicky’s hands behind her back and handcuffed them.  She looked in Vicky’s eyes.

 

“Bitch, you are my slave, my fuck meat. You will do whatever I tell you to do. Your life is over! You are mine. You are too weak to protect your own pussy. I own it. Vicky started crying, as Kat lifted her skirt and her white silk slip. She wore white silk panties. They were not see-through. You could barely see the shadow of her pubic hair.  The panties had a lace waistband.  Kat stroked Vicky’s cunt through the panties.  Vicky pulled away. Kat delivered a punch to Vicky’s belly, right beneath the lace waistband. It made Vicky sick to her stomach and she would have fallen, but Kat caught her.

 

“Never again deny me your pussy! I own it! I own your tits, your nipples and your ass hole. Your tongue is mine. My friend, Bette, owns your daughter. Her life is over too  Vicky fainted.

 

Bette could wait no longer. She pushed open the door to the bathroom.  Astor was on the toilet reading a magazine. Her skirt was pulled off and her panties were at her knees. The bathroom smelled from her piss that filled the bowl. She had been too lazy to flush.

 

Bette looked at her little pussy and said:  “Spread ‘em. I want a better look or I will drown you in your piss.” Astor turned white.  She no longer sneered at Bette. She was petrified. She spread her legs.

 

“Dear Astor’” Bette said. “I saw the insulting way you looked at my ass on the elevator.  Well your job will now be to clean that ass with your tongue every time I go to the bathroom. You will be my bathroom slave. Understand? Now stand up, face the toilet and bend over. Stick your head into the bowl and spread your legs so I can have a better look at your little cunt and butt hole.”  With that, she pulled Astor by the hair off the toilet.  The girl obeyed, turned and bent over with her head just above water level.  Bette pushed her head under into the piss-filled bowl over and over while she fingered Astor’s ass and pussy.

 

Kat stared down at Victoria who had regained consciousness on the floor. Her skirt was still pulled up. Kat kicked Vicky’s thighs apart.  “Spread 'em bitch, just like your daughter is doing.”  Vicky did and Kat pulled back the crotch of Vicky’s panties.   Vicky’s pussy hair was neat, not a bush. “Very nice! You are going to make me a happy woman!” Kat let Vicky’s panties cover her pussy.

 

“Are you going to be an obedient girl or do I have to hurt you? And it will hurt!”

 

Vicky was crying profusely, but nodded.

 

TO BE CONTINUED